The Moody Blues: The Best Way To Travel
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The Moody Blues: The Best Way To Travel
DM (a small softie who loves cats, felines, and cat magic): You come to this magic shop surrounded by an overgrown garden. In front of the entrance sits a large black cat.
Rogue (a very goofy teen): Excuse me, am I talking to the manager?
(OOC) DM: You realize that the cat is not the manager, right? It’s just a regular cat
(OOC) Rogue: This is the biggest plot twist you have ever pulled.
Dictionaries weren't on the Equipment list
(Context: I was temporarily being the DM for a game, as we met up and our DM was nowhere to be found. That being said, we decided to go on a journey to find him. Note: Maquette’s Quirk is having a short attention span.)
Gold Digger sees Maquette running back towards him and Angelica
(a third player who wasn’t talking at the time)
Gold Digger (me): “Did you get any news?”
Gold Digger (me): (ooc: Roll for memory/ attention span!)
Gold Digger(me): (ooc: a d6 should work, I think.)
Maquette: (ok)
Maquette: (what does the 2 mean?)
Maquette: (Oh wait, you want me to roll for if I remember the info. derp XP)
(me as the DM): Maquette remebers the instructions perfectly and proceeds to relate the information to the rest of the party.
(me as the DM): (ooc: The DM, however, forgets how to spell “remembers” and takes 1dmg in credibility.)
MY QUOTE!
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!
What 60 feet of snow cleared in Japan looks like.
this is it this is the end
Mood
now everything fits
Magic Baby Names
i need a stiff drink
Melon
“Kelly” is the most normal name here.
Tumblr: *rolls out “best stuff first”*
My blog:
on the one hand this is a joke post because lol i have never made a good post in my life, but also, if i hadn’t made the connection between this update and my sudden nosedive in activity, i would have been really fucking discouraged about all the shit i’ve been working on lately. i guarantee there are people on tumblr right now who haven’t made that connection, and who are trying to figure out why suddenly no one likes anything they’ve made. and that fucking sucks.
Reminder to go into your settings and turn off ‘Best Stuff First’ because my activity’s tanked a couple days ago for no reason so this stuff IS happening.
You WILL miss content with that setting on.
i ain’t joking when i say that my activity looks JUST like this too and i wasn’t sure why
I can only find the option on the app under Settings > Dashboard Preferences.
To support content creators do us a favour and turn off “Best stuff first”. Open the tumblr app (Android or iOs) and go to “Settings > Dashboard Preferences. And please reblog this post, so that everybody will see this. Thank you very much!
I assumed I just wasn’t writing very well, but maybe it’s not just me.
Am I supposed to pay to get my writing in front of followers now?
We interrupt your regularly-scheduled sci-fi content because this is important for app users, and it sucks. We all follow blogs because we want to see their content, not to have a crappy algorithm decide what’s best.
This blog is down approximately 80%, which doesn’t affect me other than as an annoyance (as this is a hobby and @okayto is small-ish) but the issue undoubtedly hurts others.
Below are instructions for turning it off. You have to do it individually–it doesn’t matter if a blog you follow turns it off, you’ll still be affected unless you do the same.
We don’t normally reblog PSAs, but this is very clearly affecting us, too! If you haven’t been getting your daily dose of RPG humor, this setting is probably why. Turn it off so you can see all the silly shit players say!
wtf tumblr.
Context: Outside a temple, hoard of zombies approaching, cleric cowering behind his locked wall while the party fights.
GM: It’s [NPC Cleric]’s turn. He heals [Druid]. *clicks the wrong character icon*
Zombie casts Cure Wounds.
Druid OOC: Weirdest heal ever?
GM: Zombies’ turn, they attack [Druid].
Druid OOC: The zombies giveth and the zombies taketh away.
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Later in the same session.
GM: Zombies’ turn, this zombie attacks [Fighter]. *clicks the wrong character icon*
NPC Cleric uses Slam (Zombie).
Fighter OOC: Did the Cleric just hit me with a zombie?
Druid OOC: The zombies are healing us and Cleric is attacking, are we sure we’re facing the right way in this fight?
Don’t ask how it’s embarrassing. Snapchat: itsagifnotagif
OMG IS THAT CRAIG/MINILADD?
because I really think it is, and if it isn’t, I still think he’d approve of the humor.
Reblog if you don’t mind interacting with an Autistic RPer
Just wanted to spread the word that Autistic people who roleplay do exist. And to also get some reassurance that there are people who won’t get freaked out by me. I’m relatively new, so hate and the like hasn’t happened yet, but it’s bound to and I just wanna know I have people who will support me.
Heck, I AM one.
Now all we need is a Good Idea of this. #becausethisisareallyshittyidea
Submission for Illustration Fridays, the theme is nostalgia.
I’ve been aware of this site for maybe a year and this is the first time I’ve submitted anything :3
Mine still works.
Of course, I’ve taken good care of it, and I also have games that still work, too.
you’re filled with DETERMINATION.
Actually, in this playthrough, you’re filled with the desire to kill.
Trust me, there are a couple of characters who wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t the genocide run.
memeing the memes you don’t believe in is the first step to ending The Great Meme Shortage of 2016™
I ‘PPRECIATE CHOO!!
MEME ALL THE THINGS!
...meme all the things?
About the Houses
Hufflepuff is tea and sweaters. Hufflepuff is punching someone in the face because they need to shut up, calm down, or get the sense knocked into them. Hufflepuff is spring, seeing winter melting away and basking in the sunlight. Hufflepuff is singing loudly to Journey and Queen. Hufflepuff is having the messiest room and yet knowing exactly where to find everything. Hufflepuff is “there’s no such thing as too much chocolate”. Hufflepuff is one too many glasses of champagne so the world feels like sunshine. Hufflepuff is honestly not giving a damn what anyone else thinks. Hufflepuff is prank wars that spiral out of control. Hufflepuff is getting shit done while everyone else argues. Hufflepuff is refusing to fit into the mold, which results in hufflepunks. Hufflepuff is staying up till three am to talk someone out of depression, out of suicide, out of something stupid, convincing them how amazing and how loved they are. Hufflepuff is loyalty, is true friendship, not the plastic My Little Pony stuff but the true friendship. Hufflepuff is the first ones to get Netflix running at Hogwarts, despite magical interference. Hufflepuff is loneliness, is the intense desire for friendship. Hufflepuff is having to deal with derision and scorn. Hufflepuff is loyalty placed in the wrong ideal, loving the wrong person. Hufflepuff is drowning in emotions that bring panic attacks.
Ravenclaw is winter peace and blizzards. Ravenclaw is the beauty of white snow against evergreens and a baby blue sky. Ravenclaw is the sharpness and cutting edge of a cold breeze, the glint of a metal blade. Ravenclaw is the silence of a library, lost completely in a world of ink and screens and words. Ravenclaw is a glass of wine and an old friend. Ravenclaw is martial arts and street smart. Ravenclaw is always asking why. Ravenclaw is pages filled with writing and doodles and diagrams. Ravenclaw is telling dirty jokes in code so no one can tell why you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe, and the teacher can’t read the notes you were passing in class. Ravenclaw is failing a class because you couldn’t be bothered to read or do homework, it was too boring and you had other things. Ravenclaw is challenging the status-quo and saying “there’s always another option”. Ravenclaw is citrus and a stash of junk food that you always seem to eat right away. Ravenclaw is learning a new language because you want to. Ravenclaw is an innocent face that can hide the dirtiest mind. Ravenclaw is a pile of books that you’ll read - you will, you promise - one day. Ravenclaw is looking up and saying “hell, when did it get to be three thirty AM”, and you have classes in five hours but decide that staying up another half hour won’t hurt. Ravenclaw is love that happens slowly, like creeping ivy, till one day you wake up and realize it’s ensnared you tightly and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Ravenclaw is addiction, to coffee, to drugs, to sweets, anything to get that clarity and that swooping feeling. Ravenclaw is coldness, is locking away resentment to fester, is “revenge is a dish best served cold”. Ravenclaw is shutting up and never ever asking for help, because you’re smart enough, capable enough to handle it. Because you have to.
Gryffindor is summer, cloudless blue skies and endless green fields. Gryffindor is adrenaline highs and truth or dare. Gryffindor is bright red lipstick and cologne that makes heads turn. Gryffindor is parties that go all night. Gryffindor is fireworks exploding in the sky. Gryffindor is standing up to anyone, friend, foe, or stranger, to tell them they’re wrong. Gryffindor is throwing your friend a beer and jumping on their lap to take a nap. Gryffindor is the love of horror games. Gryffindor is steak and burgers, Gryffindor is spicy curry. Gryffindor is taking the risk, making the leap, no matter the odds. Gryffindor is raising your hand in class. Gryffindor is passionate love, whether it be romantic, platonic, or otherwise, that sees no difference in a hand picked wildflower and a diamond necklace as long as it makes the recipient happy. Gryffindor is defending, even if it’s defending someone you hate against someone you love, because Gryffindor stands up for what is right. Gryffindor is recklessness, the uncontrollable emotion, the carelessness with laws and rules. Gryffindor is choosing the ‘morally correct’ option even if it means more are hurt. Gryffindor is solving things brashly, physically, and only making everything worse.
Slytherin is fall evenings, the air crisp but not cold, the setting sun revealing autumn beauty before darkening to show a million billion stars in the indigo inky sky. Slytherin is when the air smells like cloves and cinnamon and smoke from the crackling bonfire. Slytherin is apple pie with vanilla ice cream. Slytherin is a glass of golden scotch. Slytherin is finding comfort in jeans and a leather jacket, dying your hair and tattoos that are like artwork. Slytherin is pride in your heritage, in what it took to get you here. Slytherin is the warm blossom of accomplishment in your chest. Slytherin is tall boots and long scarves. Slytherin is the person you’d trust with anything and everything, the one you love above all else, the one you’d kill for. Slytherin is not being afraid of the dark, but remembering that night heals. Slytherin is musky forests and the steady soothing rainfall. Slytherin is sarcasm and wit. Slytherin is determination in the face of fear. Slytherin is talking your way out of situations to keep those you love safe. Slytherin is the love that shows itself quietly from day to day, with quiet brushes and unsaid favors, but that rears up in fury to defend if necessary. Slytherin is the dark side, the morally ambiguous, the race to the finish line for whatever it is you desire, shoving others aside because you have to. Slytherin is locking yourself in a shadowed corner and curling up, because it’s too much… it’s too much… and wiping the tears and standing anyway, head held high because you can’t stop now, and you can’t show weakness.
Hufflepuffs are not weak. Ravenclaws are not heartless. Gryffindors are not arrogant. Slytherins are not evil.
Break Stereotypes. Be Open-Minded.
Story idea when you try to actually write it:
Story idea when you first rewrite it:
Getting closer to what you saw in your head, eh? Keep at it!
Your story when somebody else sees it:
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This is a lovely post. It goes to show that when we percieve our own work, most of us have some type of insecurities about our own talents.
This.
Always remember that you are your own worst critic.
Obama is the Homestuck president The entirety of HS took place within his 8-year term
holy shit
Thanks, Obama
Barack...
Isn’t that the right number of letters for a troll name?
when you draw a good hand
when you draw TWO good hands
What about if you draw a good FOOT?
TWO GOOD FEET, AND HANDS. SHOW ME THAT.
someone’s gotta document this shit
...what if you draw good BONES?